Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Panama and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Johnny Osbourne to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
The Pop Group,
Morten Harket,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stetsasonic,
Wally Richardson,
David Bowie,
Hardrive,
Au Pairs,
E-Dancer,
John Coltrane,
Adolescents,
Banda Bassotti,
Hot Snakes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sight & Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Style,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neu!,
Davy DMX,
the Human League,
Matthew Bourne,
Rod Modell,
Loose Ends,
Skaos,
Kerri Chandler,
Liliput,
Quadrant,
X-Ray Spex,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Seeds,
Newcleus,
The Searchers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Max Romeo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Supertramp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Whodini,
Black Sheep,
Radiohead,
the Sonics,
Moebius,
Roxy Music,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skriet,
Black Flag,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Masters at Work,
OOIOO,
Television,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.